Lightning

The dawning sun, a cliche for sure, but its a transcendent metaphor. I cannot imagine dawn inspiring fear. The sun drips up onto the local stretch, imminent and steady in its creep. I think rather the punchy stab of a lightning bolt is better. Lightning, strangely, is not incredibly scary. A streak flashes from heaven to horizon and provokes an awesome smile, quickly replaced by a brace for the inevitable thunder. Our household, to say the least, has seen a flash of lightning. Flashes of our son’s birth, finishing my Masters, elicit grins, which fade like dark at dawn, replaced by the imminent and steady creep of fear of the unknown. It is thrilling and I cannot wait to capture with words whatever fills these mysterious gaps. In the meantime, please feel free to check out two new papers I added.

https://austinpfeiffer.wordpress.com/work/essays/academic-writing/

Do not go gentle into that good night

by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

O king of the sunshine and lightning

by Austin Pfeiffer

O king of the sunshine and lightning
you took your fist and plunged it into
the dusty, dark dirt of a fertile farm
and held the soil to your lips to blow

into it, like a trumpet, like a lifeless lung
and you made a kingdom.

do you weep with me
when your subjects battle
in uncivil war? your baby boy’s
offspring are now your tool for rule…

why?

Tag: Lightning

National Poetry Day | Day 9